| Moving house. |
[Jul. 28th, 2005|11:05 am] |
Hello! I'll be moving to England to study in a few weeks, so I'm moving LJ accounts to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) calculette.
This will be a predominantly RL journal to keep everybody, including my RL friends, updated. Like ztrin was such a fandom journal in the first place. *rolls eyes* So don't friend it with the assumption that I'll go on about HP or any fandom I was involved in way back.
Anyway, I'll be friending you guys on the new journal, so remember to switch. If you don't want me on your friendslist, feel free to defriend me - no trouble. Similarly, I'll probably prune my friendslist, so if you have a problem with it, just hit up my gmail and we'll talk.
I'm not sure if I will friendslock calculette yet. I may or may not, so it's best to friend it if you want to keep in touch.
Also, I'd appreciate it if you don't mention this account (ztrin) on the new journal. Some of my RL friends don't know of my fandom involvement, and I'd like for them via a gradual process, not an "OMFGWTF" kind of way.
Note: Thanks for all your support - you know who you are. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jul. 7th, 2005|07:25 pm] |
Heard about the London bombings when Des called me. I was in school about to begin a TSD rehearsal, and my heart just started pounding away in my ears. Called my mum and told her to check on my aunt and uncle who live in London, told anybody hanging around the studio and then SMS-ed people for good measure. Because I felt like screaming it. I couldn't stay for rehearsal because I kept shaking.
I went back home in a taxi and because I couldn't bear to listen to the silence of the car, I turned on my ipod and tried to listen to something, but everything was just British. The Libertines, Badly Drawn Boy, Coldplay, David Bowie - I kept on thinking, "Are they alright? Are they okay? Are Carl and Pete okay? Is... " which continued in a rapid strain of increasing hysteria until it reached "IS JOHN LENNON DEAD??" which obviously, he is.
I kept on thinking of when I last visited London. Before I hailed a cab, I was watching the TV in the school canteen, which had the volume turned up to blasting. I saw places I thought I'd walked along with my mum, my uncle dashing along the streets, walking twice as fast as us despite being four times our age. About how today my visa was just approved by Immigrations, and how Cheltenham gave me the go-ahead to take the subject combination I wanted for A Levels. Thought about how I was going there for school in a month, and how I was dead chuffed when London got the Olympic host title because I'd been rooting for them, and how pleased and amused I was when I opened the newspapers to see cheering Britons and David Beckham hugging a very surprised IOC official.
Thought about how my art teacher and I had been discussing, today, how nice London was compared to Paris. How huge the museums collections were. How you could miraculously see children being ferried around Renaissance artworks by a curator, and how they made up elaborate backstories for each painting. A TSD senior had come down to visit, complaining of bad food in her UK university, how she missed home. Even the fucking fics I used to write set in London.
How the apartment my mum bought to use while she was in London is just outside Zone 1. My uncle on a bus to Angel, the bus turning back because they'd closed the area. All the people I know, even if I don't know them in real life - the places, the streets I've walked on and heard of - the tiny webs that connect my life, fundamentally, to London, to its people - that shake, and tear, and made my stomach churn when I heard about this. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jun. 11th, 2005|12:13 am] |
Okay, um, I know I haven't been around recently. I'm not dead, serious! But I will be gone a liiiitle bit more because I'm going to Canada, sweet summery Canada, with twostoreys. Not to get married, sorry to disappoint adamovita and alldoubtaboutit - I am not muscly enough to be Ben Bruckner even though twostoreys is tiny enough to be Michael. When I come back I will tell you about our exploits and what other gay things we have got up to.
Take care, darlings. Hope I don't get smothered in honey and thrown to the brown bears. LOVE YOU ALL :****. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Apr. 23rd, 2005|09:32 pm] |
JOIN ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) img_cake NOW!
Now all of you hate me for spamming. Mwa ha! |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Apr. 3rd, 2005|09:26 pm] |
Have been prodded by thirty9 into updating. Umm. Not much to say, really, except to note appalling date difference between this entry and the last entry. This isn't so much an update except to kind of inform myself (and anybody who's interested) in stuff I wanna check out at this year's Singapore International Film Festival (SIFF).
They're actually showing stuff that I want to see, which is, wow. Not bad, SIFF. Sadly there are some really cool films that have been pulled out/banned - like The Raspberry Reich. Yay, German leftist porn! Nay, Singapore censorship board. Never mind. As long as they're showing my happy Hong Kong lesbian movie, I'm all thumbs up.
Why aren't they showing Mysterious Skin? Oh, right, because of the incredibly graphic male rape scene with Joseph Gordon Levitt, the prettyboy from Third Rock From The Sun. Damn.
Singapore International Film Festival
Post Revolutionary Era - 15 April (Tues) 9.15pm (NC-16)
When Beckham Met Owen - 16 April (Wed) 9.15pm
Tarnation - 17 April (Thurs) 9.15pm (M18)
Deep Breath - 17 April (Thurs) 2pm
Millions - 19 April (Sat) 7pm
Butterfly - 23 April (Wed) 4.15pm (R21)
Samaritan Girl - 23 April (Wed) 9.15pm (M18)
Human Touch - 24 April (Thurs) 7pm (M18)
Crack/Feng - 25 April (Fri) 7pm |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jan. 1st, 2005|12:41 am] |
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Here's to peace, joy, new beginnings, and all that jazz. I hope it's been a wonderful year for all of you, and that 2005 will be even fucking better.
Having said that... Singaporeans, have you donated? |
|
|
| Wow. |
[Dec. 14th, 2004|07:20 pm] |
My mum just walked in and gave me two letters that came in the post, shook her head at me, laughed, and said, "You just won $300.".
Turns out the Ministry of Education has awarded me an Edusave Award for Achievement, Good Leadership and Service (their capital letters, not mine) - otherwise known as EAGLES. In addition, I have also been given one of the Good Progress Awards, for, er, making good progress in my studies. So in total, I get $300.
Wow. Downgrade and drop two subjects, become a director for a class play, captain the debate team by yelling at some people, pretend to study a little bit more, and I get $300? Sweet! I could get used to this. :D Of course, I'm really surprised and delighted, if not completely flabbergasted.
On the other hand, my paranoia screams: "The world is doing this to fool around with your heart! Don't get too happy! In two months time you'll be in a gutter shooting up while a kopitiam uncle leisurely fucks you for 20 bucks!" The world is such a cocktease.
Obviously, I have come back from Hong Kong and my cousin's wedding. I will get around the writing a post about it. But the post shall probably be half-hysterical "OMG MY COUSIN MARRIED THE WRONG GIRL" and "OMG HOT PIANOMAN", so understandably all of you tremble with anticipation. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Dec. 11th, 2004|12:37 am] |
This meme thing is rather sweet and thoughtful than most. Yes, I know I have overdone the meme quota, but I AM TRYING TO FILL YOUR OWN WISHLISTS, BITCHEZ, INDULGE ME.
( Meme Rules You Have Read Exactly 19283479238 Times. )
Wishlist!
1. An acceptance letter from Cheltenham, PLEASE. PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE.
2. This bag in red is absolutely the cutest, prettiest thing that prettied ever since Orlando Bloom as Legolas. Oh god, the prettiness kills.
3. Oh, oh, pictures of you when you were kids. Yes, I am secretly a 75-year-old Swedish pedophile in disguise. Truthfully, my real Singapore Idol is Michael Jackson.
4. Tell me a funny story about yourself. I will love you a million times more if you tell me embarrassing shit about your life - I swear.
5. Send me a letter or a card in the mail! Email me at mongibellobay(at)gmail for my address; I know I have given it out to numerous people already, but I am a big mailwhore and I went more, dammit. I invariably forget I actually asked for mail a week later, so I get a big "OMG SURPRISE DELIGHT" when I receive it.
6. For Dick Cheney to out himself as Darth Vader, Destroyer of Life and the Universe, Evil Incarnate But Not Sexy In That Devilish way, Worm-Devourer of Existence. I mean, just look at him.
7. Make phone posts! I love them. I especially love when people go "ummm... what do I say now? *giggle*" because I am filled with extreme adoration at everybody's dorkiness and social ineptness. It makes me feel a little less alone in this world. *sniff*
8. Oh god, this lime green handbag hanger. It's polk-dotted. And it hangs handbags. Yes, I know I am such a girl.
9. Indulge me in a little illegal mp3 sharing: send me a song you have listened to repeat, over and over again.
10. Happiness to everyone in the New Year!!! :D
God, I am such a moron. Anyway, regarding the last meme: twostoreys has WON IT! Hooray! She guessed six songs, but not before spending two minutes whining to me over the phone about how she just knew the Tegan & Sara song, dammit. She gets a kiss. <3 If you want more, darling, you have to convince me.
( Answers. )
Well-played, fellows. |
|
|
| 25 Songs Meme |
[Dec. 10th, 2004|01:53 am] |
Okay, I can't sleep. I reserve the right to do at least one meme every two months, and annoy the hell out of my non-spam-friendly flist, okay?
Step 1: Get your playlist together, put it on random, and play!
Step 2: Pick your favorite lines from the first 25 songs that play!
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song the lines come from!
Step 4: Cross out the songs when someone guesses correctly! P.S: no cheating and pasting the lyrics into a search engine.
( 25 Songs Meme. ) |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Dec. 1st, 2004|02:59 pm] |
|
I will be leaving for Hong Kong tonight at 7pm. If you want me to send you Christmas cards and other joyous Christmas-sy things, please send me your address at mongibellobay(at)gmail! If you want my address, just email me as well. I have already plotted nefarious things to send certain people, mwaha. *rubs hands in glee* |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 22nd, 2004|11:11 pm] |
My mum's offering to get me stuff from Amazon.com for my Christmas present. Clearly I get my imaginative side from her. So:
What are some good DVDs and books you would recommend? |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 20th, 2004|05:21 pm] |
I have since recovered from last night's heartbreak, so I can post coherently about the O Levels being OVER al;sdkfjasl;dkfj Well apparently, not entirely coherently. Still, I am so insanely happy. After the Chief Presiding Examiner (this man who resembled a stick insect wearing a Charlie Brown shirt) said, "Time is up, pens down" during the Chemistry paper, this flood of joy erupted through me. I think if I focused really, really hard on it, I could actually experience orgasm. But that's besides the point.
In retrospect, I studied very little for these exams. I picked up my books for Lit and read through them a day before the exam only. In fact, the only thing I studied for, really, was Biology - and did it go well? Nooooo. -.- Not impressed, Cambridge, Not impressed.
It turned out that one entire question was based on an erroneous fact - that the width of the pupil would increase the nearer one went to a light source. Of course, if you have read the biology textbook and watched countless ER episodes like I have, this is wrong. Thus, heads will roll in England, flop plip-plopping-ly into the Atlantic, and land on East Coast Beach in Singapore like migratory coconuts.
Anyway, I'm going to go trash all my notes now. Had a lovely day of shopping with Sam where she confessed to me her secret, furtive love of Japanese faux-ghetto boybands (her words, okay) and then we went shopping. Life is good when you are Paris Hilton. Either that or it's full of sex tapes - but I'm not into that kind of thing.
P.S. IT IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 19th, 2004|09:00 am] |
My O Levels will be over today. I still need to study for Chemistry though because I have not studied at ALL. But... THEY WILL BE OVER TODAY!
Last night I was so excited the O Levels were ending, I couldn't sleep. I was like, "OMG after the O Levels are over, I will be a fitter, happier person! I will be a better man!" Figuratively speaking, of course.
In other news, I got rejected by Westminster. Rat bastards. Now I know Christian Coulson (alma mater of Westminster) is not only hotter than I am, but also smarter. Although, the probability of me getting in was minimal, because they only have 15 spots for girls in Sixth Form. What is up with that? I bet they couldn't be arsed to build more girls' toilets.
Maybe if I sent them a letter saying, "I can go to the boys' loo! I'm Singaporean; I know how to use squatting toilets*!" Sucks to be them, though. Wait till I thwart all immigration laws to become President of the USA; then they'll wring their hands and go, "Goddammit, I knew we should have let her in, and not that Nobel Prize Winner!"
Then again, I am only consoling myself; but at least I do it in an amusing fashion. Also, I am officially one of the cool kids, because I just downloaded Mozilla Firefox. I abstained before because Mozilla is the most unsexy name for anything ever, but Firefox's logo is adorable. It's a little red fox! What more could I want in a browser. Besides, of course, this really nifty "Tab" function that I can't really explain, but lest assured it really rocks for somebody who surfs multiple pages at one go.
Okay, now I need to go study for my Chemistry paper. FOCUS, TRIN, FOCUS! Mmm, tiramisu with Des. FOCUS!
*like urinals, only messier, and in the ground and not the wall.
ETA: Nify nifty nifty. Happy now, niche? :D |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 15th, 2004|07:20 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | a perfect lie - the engine room | ] |
I randomly surfed upon this book excerpt on the story of Bluebeard.
The Bluebeard plot, in its standard folkloric form, features a sinister figure whose wealth wins him the hand of two sisters, each of whom mysteriously disappears. The third and youngest in the trio of young women reluctantly marries Bluebeard, who arranges a test of her fidelity when he hands over the keys to all the rooms in his mansion but expressly forbids entering one remote chamber. As soon as Bluebeard leaves for an extended journey, his wife rushes to the forbidden chamber, opens the door, and finds the corpses of her husband's previous wives. A stained key, a blood-spattered egg, a withered flower, or a bruised apple betray the wife's transgression to the husband, who, in a murderous rage, is about to behead his wife, when her brothers come to the rescue and cut Bluebeard down with their swords.
Dude, it sounds like Smallville. They even have the same number of wives! On the other hand, my intellectual pretension about the nonexistent pathos of primetime TV is superceded by the amusement it affords me to think of Lex with a peg leg, waving a cutlass and going "Arrrrrr!"
The recast MTV Video Music Awards seduced me away from studying for my O Level History paper. Damn you Jimmy Fallon, damn you Jay-Z. Damn you, MTV, damn you. You seduce me by promising Gwen Stefani, Jon Stewart and Xtina after this commercial break. Then, instead of delivering my of Daily-Show-meets-Dirrrty musical extravaganza cumfest, I get Gwen Stefani in an eensy dress giving a two-liner gag nobody laughs at and then shouting, "BEST VIDEO, Y'ALL!"
Now I need to study for History. Why did Mao introduce the Cultural Revolution? Altogether now - because the MTV VMA cheated him out of 2 hours of his life! |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 10th, 2004|07:10 pm] |
That Biology O Level paper totally raped me. Fresh with optimism after the relatively easy multiple-choice section, I opened the Paper 2 and saw a floating water plant.Whereupon the exam paper developed a mouth and said, "I'm-a gonna do you up the ass, bitch, I'm-a gonna rip you a new one". Then it just went downhill from there.
You can tell the Ministry of Education went up to the Cambridge Examiners (cue ritual sacrifice and thumpy music to appease the Examiner Gods) and said, "Yo, dudes, we gonna try to make our students more Creative. So give us some new Creative questions, a-right?"
And the Gods said, "But haven't you been telling them to memorize everything for the past four years?"
"Uh-huh."
"So this means they're be completely unprepared to actually use their brains for once?"
"Uh-huh!"
"... Cool. What say we put in this question about genetics that resembles the bastard lovechild of a string of ben-wa beads and an SAT spatial logic test? Hey, what about we set a question that's completely wrong and claims that your pupils increase in width the nearer you go to light?"
I'm going to BURN you, Biology textbook. This is for making me wake up at 6 AM to memorize the process of mass production of penicillin, which did not come out. >:EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 8th, 2004|04:18 pm] |
Almost through with O Levels! It's sad that this also heralds Stage 5 of Exam Emotional Disorder. Stage 1 is denial ("Exams? What? There's still lots of time!"); Stage 2 is hysteria ("Oh my god; what the hell was I thinking, playing Sims2 all day and googling Ian Thorpe gay?"). Stage 3(a) is depressed acceptance ("Hello, lifetime of flipping Burger King patties"); Stage 3(b) is jubilant acceptance ("If I'm going to go down, I may as well go down in a GLORY of computer gaming"). Stage 4 is where you start taking the exams (whereupon one goes through Stages 1 to 3 all over again, except compressed in a shorter time span).
Stage 5 is where you go, "Ahh, this is the life! Three more papers and I am ready to chill, man" and you kick up your heels, reading Nigella Lawson cookbooks in order to avoid studying. This is unfortunately the stage I am currently inhabiting. Thus, I am updating more in an exam period more than I ever did in a normal school term and fantasizing about sharing bubble baths with a certain someone, the stylish clothes I will don while on vacation with said person, and also getting a pedicure.
While walking upstairs with my dog, I suddenly heard a vomitous sloshing noise from near the ground. I'd just read this newspaper column by Sumiko Tan about how dogs emit this foul, diarrhoea-ish liquid before dying. I looked down at my dog, mentally preparing myself to perform a stomach purge with the toilet plunger, and then I realized that the noise was coming from the water bottle in my schoolbag. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 6th, 2004|01:25 pm] |
Just came back from the entrance exams. They were okay, except for the History paper, which asked me (seriously) about the sixth-century French Merovingian king Philo-something-or-other. They gave me two sources and expect me to assess his literary skills, when the only thing I know about Merovingians is that they were in the Da Vinci Code and that Monica Belluci played one in The Matrix. -.- How can you answer five questions for two sources?
I really like Theatre Studies questions, though :D They were all "Why is this (pause) significant?" and I feel like I can legitimately give an answer that is one paragraph long, because hello, a pause. Not exactly rocket science, here.
Thank you for all the well wishes. *HUGS YOU* In other news, I think Olinda may be kicked out next week. That is just sick and wrong. I'm going to vote 50 times for her by SMS next week because as the recent American elections have shown me, democracy is there to be manipulated.
Des - I called, you were not there. :( |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 5th, 2004|09:08 pm] |
Tomorrow at 8 AM I will be taking the Westminster School written entrance exams. Like, FIVE of them - History, Religious Studies, English Literature, Theatre Studies, and Government and Politics. WHAT WAS I THINKING SIGNING UP FOR THIS MANY HUMANITIES SUBJECTS?? THREE OF WHICH I HAVE NEVER TAKEN COURSES IN.
What if they ask me who my favourite poet is? I have no favourite poet. What am I going to talk about, the last book I read? The last book I read was Bridget Jones' Diary: The Edge of Reason.
My mother has been dumping a gazillion books on Buddhism with titles like Finding Your Inner Peace and Attaining Spiritual Nirvana - this is the same woman who dragged me all the way to Chinatown to see the supposedly GLOWING TOOTH OF A BUDDHIST MONK. What if they ask about Hinduism? I'll be all like "huurr, they have really colourful temples."
Westminster is the top school in England. Like, IN ALL OF ENGLAND. I'm not in Kansas/Singapore anymore, Toto. EDWARD GIBBON and the guy who wrote Winnie the Pooh came from there. EDWARD GIBBON. And ANDREW HUXLEY. On the other hand, Gavin Rossdale came from there and he doesn't seem to be the brightest boy in a bunch of grapes.
But there are more marquis-es and dukes and Lords being spat out from that place than you can find dancing on the head of a pin at the Royal Ball. I know I'm freaking out when I start giving really weird analogies. *chews off fingers* I SEVERELY DOUBT MY MENTAL ABILITY RIGHT NOW. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 4th, 2004|07:27 pm] |
This article on the religious convictions of President Bush terrifies the hell out of me. There's nothing wrong with being religious, or having faith - but there is something wrong when you allow that faith to blind you, to allow that faith to give you an unquestionable mandate. Religion cannot, essentially, be proven right or wrong (though all the weeping Ganesh-es and lactating Mother Mary-s might drip otherwise). It's okay if you think your religion is TEH ONE TRUE RELIGION OMG but it is definitely not okay if you think just because your thinking, your actions are guided by religion, they must be TEH ONE TRUE WAY OMG. Yeah, okay.
All you American people on my LJ friendslist, you have my heart and my soul and my house, if you ever need a place to crash in Asia.
I think what you guys, you Democrats, need to do is reach out to the increasingly conservative heartland. Make friends with them. Don't stew away and hope they suffocate on their crosses in their sleep. These are the people you need on your side when the next election comes. Yes, no matter how much you hate them and their big fat sickening red block in the middle of the USA.
Show them you're not hoity-toity pretentious Cityside assfucks who would rather wobble in fear and self-loathing than take a stand, because sadly I think that's what they think of you. That's why they hated the fact that Kerry seemed to flip-flop so much; it's not that they hate the sensibility of hindsight or maturing your opinions to suit the current context. It just comes off as, well, flip-flopping - the negative implications follow naturally.
I was going to rant, but I read my flist and decided that all of you guys had had enough of the bitchrant. On one hand, WHY does nobody in Singapore seem to care? YOU MORONS WTF. I mean, pick up a newspaper and READ IT FOR ONCE, not look at the pictures and think, "Bush is cute, I'd vote for him, ha!" Bitch, please. |
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
| [ |
go |
| |
earlier |
] |
| |
|
|
